LOGINAfter work, Lyra was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. She'd just typed a message to Tyson—’Wyd’ (what are you doing?)Now she bit her lips while waiting for his reply. It took a few minutes before her phone buzzed. She jumped expectantly and grabbed the device. Immediately, she played the video Tyson had sent.This time he stood in front of a mirror, water from his hair dripping to his bare chest, tracing lines on his carved muscles that made him look sculpted. Her eyes narrowed… the way his V-line disappeared under the white that towel hung low on his waist. The video wasn't exactly explicit but it made her heart race.It was captioned. ‘Just left the shower. What are you doing? Coloring?’She bit her lips and she stared at the coloring book and the markers beside her. She'd wanted to… but she wasn't coloring.Raising her legs, she took a picture of her feet with her pink socks. She captioned it ‘Just lying in bed.’ Then she hit send.She watched the three dots appear, disap
Lyra’s lips were still parted minutes after he'd left. She closed her mouth and clicked her tongue. Smug bastard.Her eyes shifted back to the open homepage on her screen—charity organizations that supported burn survivors—and bookmarked two more.Somehow, her focus shifted again.Lyra paused and fanned her burning cheeks with her hands. What did he mean by ‘after that night’? It's not like she'd done anything too drastic. Rolling her eyes, she lifted her cup of coffee and examined it. “Which side did he drink from?” She murmured to herself, tilting the cup and turning it until the light caught the rim from different angles. When she finally found the spot, she placed her lips over it and drank. Her phone buzzed with a new message, snapping her out of the madness. She shook her head. What's wrong with her? Why was she doing this? The message was from Tyson. He'd shared his live location with her. Almost immediately, another message came in. It was a video—It showed Tyson's fa
Lyra stared at him for a second, stunned. Then she marched across the room. “Why are you drinking from my cup?” She snapped, snatching it from his hand.That only earned a small chuckle from him. “Are you shy? You weren't like this last night.” His gaze dropped to her hand, and he noticed the ring catching the light. Something flickered in his eyes at the sight and his chest tightened with warmth. “You're even wearing your ring,” he said, looking up at her. “I must've done something right.” Lyra blinked, suddenly taken aback. “I’ve been wearing it since Monday!” She rasped. “Daphne removed it when we were leaving the bar because she didn't want me to lose it.”He smiled. “Of course.”Lyra ground her teeth, embarrassed. Tyson didn't believe her and it almost felt like the more she tried to explain, the more amused he seemed. She let out an exasperated breath. “Why are you even here?” “To pick up where we left,” he said. His lips twitched as her brows rose in alarm.He almost laughed
*Please don’t go. I need you.*Extreme regret washed over Lyra and she squeezed her eyes shut. Those words kept playing on an infinite loop in her head, tormenting her soul.Her gaze was fixed outside her window. She watched the way people moved in and out of the building, the way they went about their businesses, carrying on with their lives… without having to think about… She exhaled. How many times would she embarrass herself in front of Tyson?Last night, she'd pretended to be asleep when Tyson came home. And even this morning, she'd left very early to avoid running into him. How long would she keep finding herself in situations like this?That night flashed through her mind again and she cringed. Yet the more she thought about it, the more her cheeks burned. She could still remember the way his hands felt on her skin. The heat in her core as he caressed her breasts. Kissed her…For a moment, she wished he didn't leave. She wished he stayed. She wished he didn't hold back.Tyson
Lyra’s mind raced as she watched the door creak open. ‘Do something. Do something. You can't face him,’ rang in her head like a bell. And without thinking, she slipped back under the covers and pretended to be asleep.Finally, she heard footsteps enter and approach her bed. She squeezed the sheets and held her breath. “Mrs. Wilson?” May’s voice called. Lyra exhaled and removed the covers. Sitting up, she glanced around like she was expecting someone else. May moved to her bedside and dropped a tray that held water, a cup and a teapot. “Mr. Wilson said I should give you this when you wake up.” She gave Lyra water and painkillers. “I've come around a couple of times but you were still asleep.”Lyra swallowed it without speaking. Then May poured tea into the cup and handed it to her. “Where's Tyson?” Lyra asked, taking the cup.“Mr. Wilson left for work early.”Lyra nodded and brought the cup to her lips but she didn't drink immediately. She inhaled deeply, allowing the ginger-scent
Lyra knew what she was doing, but she couldn't stop. The alcohol had made her bold, doing what she'd always been too much of a pussy to do.Maybe it was entirely the alcohol. Maybe it wasn't. But it didn't stop the burning hunger in her, the throbbing heat in her core. She craved his touch, craved his hands on her… in her.Tyson's gaze lowered to her chest. His eyes traced every curve, every swell, the tip of her nipples like he was trying to memorize every inch of her.A pulse ticked in his jaw and she could also see the fight in his eyes. Like his restraint was warring against the need within him. Like he was calculating—weighing the options, checking the risks. His eyes darkened, something fierce and feral swirling in them. Then, as if the final thread of control snapped, he leaned forward. His hand slipped into her hair from her neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking her head backwards.Pain flared in her scalp softly, but she barely registered it before his mouth descend
In Mantha Oil Limited's top floor, Magnus had just entered the biggest office in the building. Patrick, who was resting with both eyes shut, opened an eye and glanced at his assistant lazily. “What is it?”“I have news on EC,” Magnus announced.Patrick leaned forward and raised a brow, curiosity p
Moments later, Tyson returned with a nurse in her mid-twenties. She checked Lyra's vitals and said she was fine. The impact from the accident wasn't fatal, and she just had a few bruises.After the nurse left, Tyson sat beside Lyra, an awkward silence stretching in the room. Until he broke it. “Sor
“Nadine?” Alex called out, worry etched on his face. Lyra knew that this was just one of Nadine's tricks. She wondered how Alex was always so blind to it. “Lex, please help me. I don't know what's wrong. I can't breat—” Nadine collapsed to the ground. Murmurs swept through the church. Men in
The soft hum of machines and the smell of antiseptic and drugs sifted through the air in Crestmont Medical Center. In Ward 105, Lyra slowly blinked her eyes open. She looked around, trying to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Then she spotted Alex by her bed, jaw tight, glaring at her. “Alex?”







